Routine is the death to heroism..

Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto..

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more..

The spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree..

Chumps always make the best husbands. When you marry, Sally, grab a chump. Tap his head first, and if it rings solid, don't hesitate. All the unhappy….

She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments..

And, anyway, no matter how much you may behave like the deaf adder of Scripture which, as you are doubtless aware, the more one piped, the less it da….

Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog ….

Every author really wants to have letters printed in the papers. Unable to make the grade, he drops down a rung of the ladder and writes novels..

Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum..

He was a long, stripy policeman, who flowed out of his uniform at odd spots, as if Nature, setting out to make a constable, had had a good deal of ma….

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter.

The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them..

If you could call the thing a horse. If it hadn't shown a flash of speed in the straight, it would have got mixed up with the next race..

The exquisite code of politeness of the Woosters prevented me clipping her one on the ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it….

I shoved on a dressing-gown, and flew downstairs like a mighty, rushing wind..

[He] saw that a peculiar expression had come into his nephew's face; an expression a little like that of a young hindu fakir who having settled himse….

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them..

She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream..

What I'm worrying about is what Tom is going to say when he starts talking." "Uncle Tom?" "I wish there was something else you could call him except ….

As a rule, you see, I'm not lugged into Family Rows. On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across premieval swamps and ….